Those soldiers and horses had already broken through the outer defense line of the Drow family's station, and pushed the battle line into the interior of the station. From the position of the young mage, he could no longer see or hear the huge battle between the two armies just now, and he could only detect the fierceness and cruelty of the battle from the soul fulcrum that was extinguished one after another in the soul system.

However, the cemetery has developed to the current stage, and many times, the so-called battle damage and gains are just a silent movie that takes place in a distant corner for the young mage, and the gains and losses are just a number to discuss. If it weren't for the fact that he had enough soul power to evolve, the young mage would even need to sit in the Undercity and control every step of the battle.

The battle in the distance continued, but it was already a place of singing and dancing. But in the stillness that makes people palpitate, there is an invisible crisis.

This is a city of drow elves, and a city blessed by the gods! In the long and brutal history of the development of the drow elves, it is not without the painful lessons of the destruction of the city, but it was only after the anger of the spider goddess that it was ruined by the wrath of the goddess. And a city that is still blessed by the glory of the goddess and has not completely lost the favor of the goddess, even with the power of the mind snatcher and the strange monsters underground, rarely dares to invade the territory of the spider goddess head-on.

Therefore, at the beginning of the city, a group of 50 high-ranking corpse witches was busy in the tavern lobby at the young mage's feet. A large magical circle with shielding, anti-detection, and anti-prophecy effects is slowly taking shape, and the bulk of this knowledge comes from Isa's contributions.

Only some of the remnants of knowledge from the Arcane Empire period would have such a magical circle with a large coverage.

Standing behind the young mage, the Blood Demon did not rush to ask for an order to lead troops to encircle and suppress the residence of a certain Drow family, but instead looked back and forth and left and right of the ruined city with great interest.

Once upon a time, the once prosperous city of Rasmufer has now come to an end. In the distance, every qiē is shrouded in a deep and dull shadow, making it impossible to get a real glimpse of the whole city. Only the occasional flash of magic somewhere in the distance indicates the frontier and the scorching edge of the war.

The tavern on which he stood was located on the side of the city's most prosperous and lively central street, and nearly half of the torches lit on both sides of the road had been extinguished, making this once bustling and bustling avenue look dilapidated and gloomy, full of ominous atmosphere.

As far as the eye can see, the whole city is immersed in an indescribable dead silence.

However, within the blood demon's line of sight, the shadowy figure did not decrease, but became more and more dense and urgent. Cemetery creatures don't need light, and are naturally adapted to the gloomy and dark terrain.

Under the silent gaze of the Blood Fiend, a large number of lickers and ghosts are pouring into the city, converging along the dark streets, rooftops, and rock walls towards the densely populated area of the Drow family.

The tavern was filled with the subtle sound of lickers' claws and teeth tugging at the ground, and the smirks of ghosts above their heads near the top of the walls were filled with the strange sound of vampire bats flapping their wings.

The only way to wander down the wide avenue is a team of heavily armed corpses. Although they are also undead, they have the glory and reverence of the caster, and they carry a skeletal staff nearly 2 meters high, and walk proudly into the city of Drow that will soon become their territory.

When this group of Tier 5 spellcasters also joined the ranks of the attacking team, the Drow family, which had been divided and eaten one by one, could no longer withstand the attack of the cemetery, and the news of victory came back from the front line one after another.

"Master, someone's coming!" The Blood Demon, who was looking around, quietly sent a message through the soul connection.

"Well, I know. Watch and see what happens! ”

The young mage waved away the vampire who had returned to tell the news, his eyes still not taking his eyes off the thick, smashable magic book on the table.

Xu knew that he could not dive further, and the hazy human figure floating in the air appeared in the laughter of "Gege" and slowly floated down on the terrace.

Looking at the gorgeous and exquisite Mithril chain mail full of drow elf-style and the intense magical aura that lingered all over his body, the young mage finally raised his head and brushed off the hood that covered his face, so that he could see the pure and docile eyes and bumpy figure of the "Philon Mistress" without concealment.

However, the young mage's attention fell on the meaningful six-headed snake whip on the other man's waist.

The young mage leaned back, leaning his straight spine loosely on the back of the chair, and said in a slightly mocking tone, "Congratulations, Filren Mistress! ”

If he remembered correctly, the only owner of the six-headed snake whip in Rasmufer was the previous First Housewife. But now it has fallen on Philen's waist, and the situation expressed in it can only be fully understood by those in the know.

Perhaps the flirtatiousness in the young mage's tone touched the majesty of the Master Mother, or the threat of the Spider Goddess did not allow her to grovel to a mortal, and the face of the Lord Mother of Philun, who was striding over, froze.

The young mage didn't say anything about the approach of an outsider, and the blood demon standing on the edge of the street on the other side just turned his head and watched silently, while the cemetery creatures on the terrace were all completely hostile.

The vampires who served as attendants stood in a row to block the path of the Filren Mistress, baring their teeth and baring their sharp fangs, giving out a malicious "ho-ho" threat. The high-ranking banshees who played the role of dancers flew into the air, and the miserable and ugly faces of the undead creatures were also revealed in the shuttle.

Shadows swayed from the rooftops of several nearby buildings, and it was vaguely visible that they were the fierce corpse witches holding the skeletal staff in one hand and the Book of Death or skull in the other.

The blood mages, led by Hera, lined up behind the young mages, and the caster's unique magic and vitality that was so different from the undead that even the well-informed Philen Mistress couldn't help but take a few more looks.

A human mage mingling with the undead?

It's no wonder that Philun's mother is clumsy, a mutant blood clan like a blood mage, although the energy aura is very weak, but at the life level, it is no weaker than the blood clan's patriarch-level Cunzài. If they can go one step further, then any one of them can become the ancestor of a new bloodline.

"Mr. Basar, is this your hospitality?" Mistress Philen raised her hands lightly and spun in a coquettish circle. In addition to showing that he was not carrying a weapon, he also showed his charming and seductive breasts and buttocks when his eyes were circulating, which had a bewitching taste.

Basar is the name that the young mage used to deal with the Drow Elves in the past.

"I was thinking of visiting, but I didn't expect the master mother to take the initiative to come. That's fine, it's always good to talk about some things in person! The young mage stopped his man's agitation and politely invited him to take a seat.

The vampires in front of them retreated silently and retreated into the house with the blood mages, and even the flying banshees quietly disappeared, leaving only the young mage, the blood fiend, and the Philon hostess on the terrace.

Mistress Philen shook her waist and sat down opposite the young mage in a graceful manner, staring at each other silently across a quaint round table carved from green pine wood.

The meek and warm smiles bloomed on their faces, but there was only a cold slaughter in the depths of the dark and deep pupils of both sides.

"I've known Mr. for so long, and I don't know what Mr. wants, this really shouldn't be!" Philen's voice was soft and low, but with a greasy softness: "I came today just to ask a real question." Mr. Basar, what exactly do you want? ”

The young mage smiled coldly, ignoring Philen's smoky and flattering behavior, and his heart was even more disdainful.

The drow elves are really used to being tigers in the door, and they are used to the kind of deception that closes the door and makes a mess of their own hands. Once the dagger in the shadows and the poison in the fragrant lip wine are too much, they will be uncomfortable with the demolition and smashing of the house of this red fruit. The enemy has already come to the door, and they are still entangled in intrigues, swords and swords.

If they could really muster the strength of the entire city, if nothing else, the nearly two hundred Drow priests and priests alone would be a powerful force for the young mages to look at.

It's a pity that from the moment the war began, they didn't have a second of concerted efforts. Even the mother of the third family fell victim to a conspiracy again, and was sent to the butcher's knife in the cemetery in vain. And after the cemetery entered the city, these selfish fellows still could not unite together, and even cooperated happily to guard their own family station, leaving the entire city of minions, slaves, and aliens to the enemy.

This kind of staggering behavior of the enemy still finds the young mage incredible.

And now this Filren mistress came and asked him what he wanted. But he still wanted to ask this thousand-year-old monster with a clear mind what he wanted?

However, the grief and anger of the young mage's position also ushered in a certain response, and the doubts he conveyed in the soul system were perfectly explained by Zena.

After all, the only one who can understand the drow elves is the drow elves!

In fact, the cause and effect of this qiē is still in the young mage.

The last time he broke into Rasmufer City alone, the young mage had only grown into a small body, and he couldn't take the blindness of the first family's mother to open the knife and usurp a large amount of ill-gotten gains. But this also broke the ecological balance of this drow city in disguise.

Losing the absolute force to deter the her, the first family mother turned out to be the Ressel who was supported and coerced, and the city of Rasmufeld was deprived of a person in power who could not speak his word, and the entire power structure began to develop towards the model of the family council. But before they could construct a stable political rule that could support the participation of all power players, they were provoked by some careerists to attract a behemoth that surprised everyone.

When the catastrophe loomed, of course, this loose power structure quickly collapsed, leaving behind a chaotic situation in which no one could trust anyone. In the eyes of the few family mothers who had woken up, this human mage who had stepped into the city of Drow was a powerful foreign aid seduced by Philun.

And what the actual situation is, only Philen himself knows.

But will anyone still believe her words now?

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